Sunday, July 31, 2005

No more claustrophobic food box!

For the longest time Dad's been putting my food in a small box he made for me in the human bathing room. By the way, I've never figured out why humans need a whole room just to clean themselves. It just seems silly.

Anyways, up until now I had to go through a special kitty door in the side of the little box to get to my food so no other cats in my house can get to it (each of us 3 cats is on a different diet).

I hated that little box. It reminded me of going to the bad place where they stick things up my butt and poke my stomach. Dad must have finally figured that out because just this weekend, he built a special door to the bathing room just for me.

Now I can go through my special kitty door and when I get inside the bathing room, my food and water bowls are neatly arranged on the floor as they should be and I have plenty of room to eat and none of the other cats can bother me.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Fssssst! Evil neighbor cat is at it again!

That evil neighbor cat that moved in next door recently is just asking for it! This evening I caught it up on my fence trying to be higher than me. My fence has some kind of netting attached to it so I can't get at that nasty neighbor like I want to. I have to frantically claw and yell at it through the netting to try and scare it away. I'm not sure its falling for my ferocious behavior. I may have to renew my search for a way through that netting one of these days. That neighbor cat is seriously cruisin' for a bruisin' and it needs to be taken out!

Back to the bad place again!

Well, I might as well get used to it. Dad is probably going to take me there on a regular basis. At least we come back to the same home every time. I think I can count on that. And he's been giving me really good food recently so I have little to complain about. At least I found out I'm down to 8.4 pounds.

Who am I kidding. I can find plenty to complain about. I can't change who I am!

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I feel much better now

Dad has finally stopped feeding me those yucky treats. Now I get nothing but my usual "Gourmet Kitty" treats, plus that great chunky pouch food and premium canned food with recipes like Turkey and Gibblets, Salmon and Trout, and Sardines Shrimp and Crab. Mmmm-good. Plus every weekend I get grilled salmon from the BBQ in the back yard. I wait all day for that. Now I'm really going to get fat.

Those gophers can go stuff themselves deep in their holes. I have no interest in the kind of food I have to work for anymore...

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Eww, cold!

About every month or so Dad puts me through this uncomfortable ritual where he carries me into another room, puts me on some kind of plaform and tries to force me to hold still, then carries me back and puts this nasty-smelling, ice-cold stuff on my neck and between my shoulder blades. I don't know why he does weird stuff like this to me. I guess there must be a reason, or he wouldn't do it, right?